#yummy mummy

mumsnightout:

Her day job as a luxury realtor meant that this yummy mummy could always arrange private viewings of her prime real estate

“OK. Deep breath. Relax. You want this. You got this. Bra off, hair up, panties down, game on.”

At the private school gates, drop-off is prime time to pick-up confident classy alpha moms looking to fill their gaps until pick up.

When milfs tone down their outfits to avoid looking slutty, it makes me want them even more.

This cute single mom’s baby had gone straight to formula, but pumping and dumping before her first house party in over 9 months felt like such a waste

Love that “Fuck, I’ve done it again…” self-hate pose his wife makes every time she sobers up

maturedcreme:

Judging by the angle of her shoe and the ride of her hem, I’d say his pretty wife’s ready to take this further than flirting

“The kids are in school, the husband’s away, it’s the first day of spring, and I want to play…”

“So it looks like we have an hour to kill while our kids are in detention. Any idea on what we could do to pass the time?”

Before going hunting, she makes sure to touch up the smudges from her previous encounter

At the private school entrance, drop-off is prime time to pick-up classy conservative moms looking to fill their gaps until pick up.

With hips that have bred and breasts that have fed, retoned soccer moms knock me dead.

Subtly slutty stay-at-home suburban schoolmommy

Telling them they look far too young to have two kids in kindergarten never fails to make their cheeks tighten and their lips widen.

When milfs tone down their outfits to avoid looking slutty, it makes me want them even more.

“Hi, um, did we, err…?”

Uh huh.

“Oh, ok. Wow. W-o-w.”

Are you ok?

“What? Um, yeah, sure, yeah. It’s just all a bit hazy. Do you know where my dress is?”

Where you took it off - by the door.

“Oh yeah, of course. Thanks. And my phone?”

Just behind you, on the counter. It’s been buzzing all morning.

“Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Sorry. It’s just that I’m…”

Married? With kids? Yeah I know.

“Rigghht…”

It’s OK, my girlfriend spoke to your husband, told him she’s your workfriend and that you crashed with her. He was cool and said not to rush back if you were feeling hungover.

“Really. Ohmigod. Thank you. Thank her. Wow. Fuck me!”

I did. We both did. We’d like to again.

“Oh, um, wow. That’s err very flattering, but last night was…I’m not sure that’s appropriate.”

Well I could always call your husband, tell him the truth and send him the pics on my phone.

“WHAT??”

Relax, I’m kidding - I’m kidding! But we would love to fuck you again. And it looks like you have a pass for the rest of the morning. And a tiny bit of you doesn’t trust me not to rat, right?

“Well, now that you put it that way. Have you got a shower I can use?”

Follow me, my girl’s already in there, waiting for us…

“Thanks for the Swift fix…I’m heading back to the girls now.”

The best encounters are when we don’t even leave the venue, and I get to watch her rejoin the other moms afterwards.

“Ssshh!” smiled my wife. “Ladies first. Top up their husbands’ drinks and then I’ll call you to check that the ‘girls have finally gone down’

chokerface:

You’re here for a mom’s night?

Telling them they look far too young to have a kid in pre-school never fails to make their cheeks tighten and their lips widen.

It’s been over 15 years of college, marriage and kids since we last saw one other, but less than 15 mins into the reunion we’re back at the bleachers, making out like we’re still 15.